Today I will have fun
Alone
I'm doing this retreat
On my own
To be and feel again
At home.

Romanticism is
Melancholic at best
Always daydreaming
Each one a test

I'm a hopeless optimist,
Some may say.
Tossing petals on a silly rose,
wasting the day.

The idea of love,
So open and free
Thought provoking, mysterious
Until it gets to me.

Then I recall,
Why I prefer being alone.
It's hard to find peace,
In someone else's home.

By home, I mean mind
Two becomes one
You both have to share it
To simply enjoy the sun

Idiosyncrasies,
Start to synchronize
The way we view life
Is seen through one set of eyes

We become a machine,
Two bodies and one brain
A lovely entanglement
Loneliness has been slain.

You passed the test,
And you've set me free,
But only through binding,
The concept of 'you and me'

Romanticism is
Melancholic at best
Until the real thing comes,
And starts a fire in my chest.

In the night's dark , starry sea
I find my worries, drifting free
In this stillness,i found my nest
A place to rest, and be my best

That starts up high, with a twinkling show
Reflect the beauty,that life can grow
The moon's pale glow, a guiding light
Leads me through, life's darkest night

Like a leaf in a cosmic sea
I drift on winds, wild and free
In this celestial loving grasp
I found my soul,in a peaceful clasp.